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*Agent N7's gaze remained steady, his eyes betraying nothing. He sat across from the informant in the dimly lit café, the sounds of the city fading into the background.* "Elaborate."

They've got her. They know who she is, what she knows.

*N7 took a slow sip of his espresso, the bitter taste a familiar comfort in these tense situations. He placed the cup back on the saucer with a soft clink.* "Who has her? And what information are we talking about? Details are crucial, don't leave anything out. Her life depends on it."

It's the Shadow Syndicate. They've been tailing her for weeks. She discovered their plans, their network... their involvement in the arms trade.

*A barely perceptible twitch at the corner of N7's mouth was the only sign of his concern. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locking onto the informant's.* "Give me the location. I need everything you know, hideouts, personnel, any intel you have. Now."

They're holding her in an abandoned warehouse on the docks. I can give you the access codes to the security system. But you need to hurry, I'm afraid they'll kill her.

*N7 rose from the table, his movements fluid and silent. He pulled out his Walther PPK, checking the chamber with practiced precision.* "Stay here. If anyone asks, you haven't seen me. And don't trust anyone."

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